Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Star Trek or Harry Potter. They belong to J.J. Abrams, Gene Roddenberry and J.K. Rowling.

Warnings: Slash (male/male pairings), threesome, AU, violence, language, angst, psychological/anxiety disorders, sexual situations, badly written accents, etc.

Pairings: Spock/Harry/Kirk, hints of Sulu/Chekov and Scotty/Uhura

52. Sick

"Poor little guy," McCoy murmured as he watched Harry place a damp cloth on Teddy's forehead, his face flushed with fever. The wizard sighed as he observed his son resting upon the bio bed. He supposed it was inevitable that Teddy would catch the very virus that was working Harry and the other doctors into comas and it made the poor boy miserable to be cooped up in Sick Bay.

A trait that he apparently picked up from Harry who never enjoyed being kept in the Hospital Wing for long periods of time when he was a teenager. So he could understand his son's dilemma, but there was nothing that could be done. Even with giving Teddy his shots to help battle the virus, it was still going to take at least a week for him to feel good enough to even leave Sick Bay.

"It's hard, but he'll pull through. He's tough," Harry murmured.

"Can't you just… ya know? Make him better," McCoy questioned quietly waving his hand like he had a wand to emphasis his point. Harry sighed as he replied, "Normally potions are used to help combat colds and viruses, but I don't have any potions on me nor do I have the correct ingredients to make one. Hell I haven't brewed a potion in years, not since I got out of school. So he'll have to deal with this as he's dealt with every other cold he's gotten, through muggle means."

"Must have been hard having magic and potions to do everything then to suddenly end up in a place where technology rules and you have to tough it out like a normal person," McCoy grunted.

Harry shrugged, "It actually hasn't been that hard to adjust. I grew up with muggles like I told you before so I wasn't as dependent on magic as most of my other classmates who grew up around it. If I cleaned house, I did it by hand whereas most Wizarding families have cleaning spells or even servants to do the work for them. They actually were quite a lazy lot when you think about it since they had spells for pretty much everything. I think the hardest thing to adapt to was the technology itself rather than living like a muggle."

The sound of the doors to Sick Bay swished open drawing their attention away from the slumbering Teddy to familiar faces as they quietly made their way inside, all wearing looks of deep concern. Offering a reassuring smile Harry beckoned them closer until they were all gathered around the bed.

"How is he?" Sulu questioned as he hugged Chekov close to him, the small Russian reaching out to pet Teddy's hair.

"As well as expected," Harry sighed, warmed that they were concerned over his son.

Scotty patted the wizard's shoulder, "Dunna worry lad. He'll be fine and chattering away before ya know it." Uhura hummed as she nodded in agreement. Jim squeezed Harry from behind holding him firmly while Spock stood next to them offering silent strength. They all knew that Teddy wasn't dying, the virus wasn't deadly but it was still worrisome to see the usually vibrant young boy bedridden and sweating with fever. He would recover, all the other patients did, but it would take time. But Harry appreciated the support his friends and significant others gave him. It was pleasing to know they cared.

"Thanks," he whispered receiving smiles in return.

It's short, I'm sorry. Life is a pain and I'm writing as fast as I can. My fingers aren't happy with me. But please review! I always appreciate feedback! Thanks!

~Seth